Chapter 22

• The knife in Victoria's hand cut her fingers accidentally. “Och!” she exclaimed softly, jumping back. The pain was immediate, followed by a trickle of blood that began to flow. She hissed, staring at the small cut on her index finger with a look of self-loathing.
• “What are you doing?”
• The cold voice startled her more than the cut on her finger. Victoria turned her head to find Logan standing in the kitchen doorway. His hands rested on the armrest of the wheelchair, while the look in his eyes was sharp, questioning. Wasn't he with Abigail in the living room? Victoria left them to prepare a snack of cut fruit, hoping it would please her son.